Guest guest Posted February 2, 2006 Report Share Posted February 2, 2006 I am the rich fine threads of all rainbows woven into the tapestry of your life, I am the bandages you wear, blood-stained, blood-soaked cut and sliced from your meager and distilled offerings, I am those bright eyes you long to return, your Beloved if you could but find that path, your loss, your innocence, your dependence on the flowing robes of justice, now here, now passing I am the laying down of the weapons you have used against yourself, rest in eternal sleep in the white-shrouded figure you have sent across your own cold river. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 2, 2006 Report Share Posted February 2, 2006 In a message dated 2/2/2006 7:08:31 PM Pacific Standard Time, illusyn writes: > I am the rich fine threads of all rainbows woven into the > tapestry of your life, > I am the bandages you wear, blood-stained, blood-soaked > cut and sliced from your meager and distilled offerings, > I am those bright eyes you long to return, your Beloved > if you could but find that path, your loss, > your innocence, > your dependence on > the flowing robes of justice, now here, now passing > I am the laying down of the weapons you have used > against yourself, > rest in eternal sleep in the white-shrouded > figure you have sent across your own cold river. > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~ > > > Dredged from the ages > words > sharp, clear > flung aloft > > now melting in the mist > > the phantom of their meeting > come and gone > Lovely! Precise! Vaporous! Larry Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted February 3, 2006 Report Share Posted February 3, 2006 I am the rich fine threads of all rainbows woven into the tapestry of your life, I am the bandages you wear, blood-stained, blood-soaked cut and sliced from your meager and distilled offerings, I am those bright eyes you long to return, your Beloved if you could but find that path, your loss, your innocence, your dependence on the flowing robes of justice, now here, now passing I am the laying down of the weapons you have used against yourself, rest in eternal sleep in the white-shrouded figure you have sent across your own cold river. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Dredged from the ages words sharp, clear flung aloft now melting in the mist the phantom of their meeting come and gone Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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